In your journey across Equestria, you halt at the dilapidated Griffonstone, now a shadow of its former glory. The air is heavy with the stench of bird feathers and decay, while the citizens' discontent manifests in theft and rudeness. Despite the bleakness, a pleasant aroma catches your attention.

"Scones! I've got scones!"

You're drawn by the raspy voice of a griffon, leading you to a rugged cart. Despite its appearance, the scent of the scones is irresistible. Approaching, the griffon behind the cart rolls her eyes, but maintains a sarcastically friendly tone, almost as if she's following a script.

"Welcome to Griffonestone. My name is Gilda. Would you like a scone?"